The Roast of Emily

Emily was briefly comforted by the sensation of her feet touching something other than the cold linoleum of her schools hallways and classrooms. The school auditorium’s carpeting was the kind you find at older movie theatres or venues for live theater. More importantly it reminded her what clothes felt like, and she couldn’t help but stifle a brief sob as she realized she was already nostalgic for the days before being made to attend school butt ass naked by her brat bitch sister and mean ass mother, an idea endorsed by her father.

She had been told by several people that the school really didn’t have a dress code and that no one cared If she was naked or not. The people who told her this were badly misinformed as it turned out. The principal, a repressive prick if ever there was one, had been quietly seething the last few years as he watched the girls skirts get shorter and shorter over the years. This year, he had been watching like a hawk for the first student to disregard the schools dress code in an obvious way, intending to make An example of them. Emily showing up completely naked had really **** his hand. She seemed like a nice girl! He would’ve liked to let her off the hook quietly and humiliate a real troublemaker instead. No what she had done in showing up butt ass naked was deliberatelyignore his dress code. He knew that if he didn’t make an example of her, The schools dress code would be a joke to the kids and he’d never regain control of what would be constant orgiastic riot of naked teenagers.

As Emily entered the darkened theatre any hope that her presence would go unnoticed was quickly dashed as even in the dim light, her naked tits ass and puss were all that anyone was now looking at. ”God I hope this thing isn’t about me..please no please no...” Suddenly someone stuck an ankle out and sent her sprawling across the floor. In the dark some male students had taken the opportunity to trap her legs as they groped her all over her pussy pinched and pulled her tits and even pulled apart her butt cheeks as wide as they could. The rest of the auditorium could see only isolated cell phone camera flashes but this created a strobe-like effectand the images lingered in their sight each time

Someone shot another perverted snapshot of the girl. It was in this position, arms and legs akimbo, face down ass up, she appeared to be backing her ass up on her own fingers while she used her other hand to spread one butt cheek wide when a shockingly bright spotlight came out of nowhere to shine directly on her exposed and once sacrosanct butthole. She felt the heat of it before she noticed its light since she was faced to the floor. To this crowd of everyone she knew in HS, sh had just been exposed as the school slut she really wanted to be. Just prior to being fully illuminated by the spotlight the boys had glued her hands to her ass and not just that but glued them in such a way that she appeared to be fingering her own asshole and spreading the other cheek to give people a better show. She had never been so deeply humiliated. She had never heard of anyone who was. Still her hopper attitude **** her to note the silver lining: “Thank fucking god the hot spotlight melted that glue tho! I thought id have my thumb stuck up my ass indefinitely! well hopefully that was about it” she thought “ this is just not my damn day but people have other stuff going on I’m sure”

She began to stroll towards an empty seat when a voice boomed out above the din of catcalls and jeeering laughter

“Oh no Emily not over there! We’ve saved a special seat of honor for you up here on the dais!” The Principal beckoned from the stage “ yknow it occurs to me that some of you have begun to think of this schools dress code as a joke. In fact that’s a popular rumor, one which I’m sure inevitably led to Little Miss Sluttina over here showing up to school like this” the class laughed uproariously at Emily’s new nickname. She meekly walked up towards the front of the auditorium, hopeful that this would be quick.

“So you guys think the dress code is a joke, huh? Obviously you’re having a laugh over here! Heard of clothes much?”

Emily was not laughing.

“Since Emily thinks this dress code is a joke, I figured the rest of us could tell some jokes at her expense!”

Emily was about to be roasted. Somehow she was already red.